Hogwarts Classes Novels & Stories

They were to serve us and make us more powerful and dominant over every other pack in the realm. It wasn't like a normal high school. Yes, we had subjects such as English, Mathematics, and history but they all were altered according to our pack's rule. The main focus of our curriculum was Herbalism and Latin. We were taught to make our potions and we learned spells but we did not have to power to actually use them all on our own. We needed witches and warlocks to help implement the spells. The potions worked as long as they were brewed by the witches themselves.

Even though the question was for me, it felt more targeted toward his own self. “I guess.”, I managed to answer as I saw the gates of the school. “I’ll be staying in the staff quarters and you know if there is even the slightest chance of Leon taking control, you need to call me or pappy.”, Oliver lectured me again and I nodded while admiring the huge building in front of me. “This school seems ancient!”, I said in awe. “It is. They also provide special classes for werewolves, vampires, and witches. But this is the only school where humans and supernatural study in harmony, or that is what they say!”, my personal encyclopedia named Oliver told me.

Gives the Hogwarts vibes. To my right are a row of classroom doors, demarcated with a signboard on the top that indicates the class name. "Weapon Arts." Tessa looks at the sign on the door and then checks our routine sheet to make sure that we don't embarrass ourselves on the first day of our class. "This is it. Let's go." Tessa tells me and I follow her through the door to the interior of the classroom. My jaw drops instantly in awe of the interior architecture of the class. Forget that I ever said Hogwarts. This is spectacular!

Luckily for me second break was next on the schedule. When dining I had a few gazes from Alex and Hiroshi. I had never really experienced this much attention before so it was weird for me. Dean wasn't in the Dining Hall. He kind of kept to himself and for some reason that made me want to talk to him even more. My classes after break were definitely unconventional. Craft class was a lesson that was held only for Witches and Warlocks. Every Supernatural group had a class that would tailor to their needs. In Craft class, we would focus on spell work and our magical culture and just having discussions about how we can go about navigating the world as young Witches and Warlocks. My nerves for thi

"The student emblem that was given after your entrance examination corresponds to your current magical realm. Red students will be taking the same class, yellow students will be in the same class, the same goes for orange students. Meaning students with the same color of emblems will be going the same class until they breakthrough and move to higher realms in the future." This was a known fact for the old students, so this explanation was only for the sake of the new students. Most of the lessons taught on a daily basis are general knowledge so it does not matter whatever level they were currently at. It was like an introduction class for the amateur level while the higher levels present i

Luna Dina looked murderous but she didn't reply further. "As I was saying, the test would be held immediately we get to the Academy. There would be no rest before it begins. The details would be undisclosed for now to avoid cheaters. The ranks are 1. Crown, 2. Claw, 3. Snare, 4. Dust. Your position and living quality relies on your rank. Crown gets the best and well, do the math for the rest." This is insane, could I really make this happen? This sounded more bloody than our regular school sessions here.

Without a second thought I walked through it and arrived at what should have been known as the dark realm: Elverton High. The high school was one large building with a lot of land space around it that was obviously used for sports. I didn't spend a lot of time looking at the site since I was late. I hurriedly entered the bland coloured but amazing architecture–building and went straight to the admissions office, where the nice lady inside, gave me good directions towards my classroom. I had two classes back to back, Defensive Sorcery (Advanced Theory) which was basically protective spells and Offensive Magic, which was basically a simpler way to say battle magic. Both classes were still theo

I detected a dip in enthusiasm in his voice when he said ‘art’, so I asked if he hated drawing and painting. He scoffed and replied, “Art in our world refers to the teachings of the Goddess. You call it ‘religious studies’. We call it ‘art’.” Knowing his strong detest towards the deity, and wanting to take the opportunity to know more about the werewolf world, I quickly diverted his attention back to the main topic. “That’s about all the classes we take in school.” I felt slightly jealous. “Just six?” “We only take the classes that are relevant to our rank and role in the pack. The Growers and Makers take practical studies, the Scouts take language, the Builders take Composition. So, technic

I shook my head, already feeling the familiar pressure of doubt trying to worm its way back in. A vampire? Cursed blood? Dreaming for decades? This place was going to drive me insane. I found the main hall—the building that looked like frozen lightning—and the registration process took less than five minutes. A stone gargoyle that was surprisingly chatty took my information, scanned the glowing scar on my palm, and spat out a welcome packet detailing my mandatory classes: Elemental Theory, Magical Combat, and Control Dynamics with a Professor Blackwood. I was stuffing the paper into my bag when the three girls materialized beside me.

Rowyn POV I should’ve known the last class of the day would be cursed. The second I walked into Spellcasting: Channeling & Control, I knew we were in for it. The classroom smelled like burnt sage and disappointment. And the moment the professor turned to face us, I damn near turned right back around.